Everything is always it and it is always different.
Whenever I hear the phrases like ‘original mind’, ‘ground of being’ and other such terms, they seem to imply a final foundational condition that simply doesn’t ring true for me.
Even in complete, pristine, calm silence and stillness we remain the nexus of the ever-changing flow of phenomena of what we are.
I prefer something like ‘flux of being’ because, for me, there is nowhere to land, no ground, no resting place, no fundamental basis, no beginning or end – only ever shifting sands, the perpetual free fall through ever changing experience.